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Strangers (loli, rape, extreme) Kellepine 18/10/12(Fri)23:16 No. 25818 ID: daf139 [Reply]

I even felt guilty writing this, but a lot sick fucks are gonna like this one.

I held the plastic bag in one hand, and counted my change in the other. 4 Asahis for 15 bucks. It was a good deal. I put the change in my pocket, and began to walk to my car. That was until I felt something tug at my jacket.
I turned around, only to find myself looking down at a young teenage girl.
"Mister, could you buy a gal some alchy?"
She was beaming up at me, looking expectant. She was blonde and had blue eyes, and wore a pink t-shirt with a skirt. She was extraordinarily pretty, and looked almost like a young Amanda Seyfriend.
My brows furrowed. Even kids drink now? I thought to myself. I wasn't really in the mood to be bothered, so I walked past her, effectively ignoring her.
"Please mister! I'll do anything for it, please!" she cried.
I paused instantly. Anything? The classic porno line, and it was being said to me by this small beauty. "Fuck it", I inaudibly whispered as I turned around.
"How much do you want?"
She looked down nervously. She obviously hasn't drank much in the past, and didn't know the difference between a lot and a reasonable amount. She looked up after a while of thinking.
"A bottle of Vodka?"
I shrugged in response.
"No problem."
I walked back inside the liquor store. Once inside, I scanned the shelves. The prices varied tremendously among the spirits, but I already knew what to get - the cheapest. I emerged from the store with a bottle of dirt cheap vodka in hand, and walked towards the girl.
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Story of a boy and his highschool girlfriend Saucepasta 18/10/11(Thu)21:03 No. 25809 ID: daf139 [Reply]

Heyo, made this story a while ago. Let me know if you like it.
(P.S Akito and Yuna are school bullies of Sana, they're going to be briefly mentioned)

"I love you, Riku"
Riku stared back into Sana's eyes. He loved her too, but he was unable to form words of his own. Sana simply smiled endearingly at his silence, and placed her palms on his cheeks. Slowly, she swept away his hair to look at her lover in a clearer light.
In the pre-dusk yellow sunlight, Riku looked almost angelic. His eyes were round and pure, and his expression was filled with genuine care. Oh, how I could embrace little Riku, Sana thought.In that instance, all of her memories of her home faded. All the memories of Akito and Yuna faded. Everything faded away except for her and Riku. In her perfect and beautiful world, it was just her and him together.
From the dozens of trees that surrounded them, crickets chirped happily - as if to reflect the unbridled emotion that Sana felt. Riku smiled as Sana held his face, and through his joyous expression, Sana could no longer hold herself back. Her back arched, as she leaned lower and parted Riku's lips with her own. The kiss was dry, but passionate. It was Riku's first kiss after all, so he stood on his tiptoes to reciprocate his love. But slowly, Sana pushed her tongue forward, and soon it slipped past Riku's lips. She rolled her tongue around, tasting her young lover's mouth. Heaven, was the only word that Sana could think of, as soon Riku's tongue slid onto Sana's. After a few minutes of their kiss, Riku pulled back, tongue hanging and gasping for air. Sana made sure to hold Riku so he didn't fall, she knew he must've felt drained after it was over.
But she knew it wasn't over, for she could see it in Riku's eyes. More, it begged. Sana couldn't help it, she laughed loudly. She was overjoyed that he was so eager, and the feeling made her feel warm with anticipation. He was only a child, but even children could hold indecent desires. She knelt down.
The shadows grew larger around the two, as the clouds above shielded the sun. Only a few rays of sunlight fell upon them.
Riku couldn't really understand what 'more' could be, he just wanted more of Sana's passion within him - although he couldn't possibly picture what that could be. He felt nervous and hot, even with the sun no longer directly shining upon them. However Sana knew exactly what more passion leads to, and she gripped the brims of Riku's pants. In one motion, she pulled down both his shorts and undergarments.
Riku's penis leapt out from the force of the pull, and stood straight, with it's tip pointed directly towards Hana's face. She smiled. She had seen this many times in the movies she had watched alone, but never in real life. But Riku's size made her feel non-threatened. His penis had Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 18/10/12(Fri)00:44 No. 25812 ID: 22258b

This is hot stuff. Keep it up.

Hidden Talents - A Lolipunk Story by AnonyMPC (mg, mgg, mast, lolipunk) AnonyMPC 18/08/03(Fri)03:42 No. 25730 ID: af8859 [Reply]

I have something new! It's actually something I've been working on in dribs and drabs for some time, but finally got around to finishing. I should warn you though, this is a bit niche, and probably not going to be to everyone's tastes, but it does have one advantage, it's not the first part in a series that will be taking my attention. It's just a simple stand-alone tale and maybe an attempt to help establish a new subgenre.
Hidden Talents - A Lolipunk Story by AnonyMPC (mg, mgg, lolipunk)

Ada walked behind her father, smoothing down her dress. It was after dark, but the electric lights were on, making it bright like day. This was happening more and more often, as the Humbert Collectors were well over quota and they had excess power to spare on extravagances.

She liked the electrics, and what Father had said about making a good impression made sense, but she wished they were in candlelight all the same. It was softer, kinder, more forgiving of mistakes. In candlelight, their visitors might not notice the spot of grease on her dress from dinner, or that the red bow in her dark hair had a frayed end. They might not notice how plain she was, or believed she was.

They passed the door leading to the workshop, and even at this late hour, even though it was far away, she imagined she could hear the low moans and gasps that signaled they were active, producing. As they passed, her eyes lingered on the door. She'd rather be down with them... even though some of the other girls envied her, they didn't understand what it was like to be the master's daughter. Not bad, just... lonely.

"Keep up, Ada," her father said, although it was hardly necessary... he stopped immediately afterwards to allow Sebastian, their valet, to adjust his tie for him. Ada stopped a step behind her father, and Sebastian spared a glance down at her... she thought he curled his nose up at one imperfection or another that he saw, but said nothing. "How long have they been waiting?"

"Not long, sir," Sebastian said in that bored, drawn out way he said everything. "Less than half an hour."

Father nodded, allowed Sebastian to slip him into a formal jacket. "Escort them in to the parlor, then bring us tea and a crown." Sebastian cleared his throat. "No?"

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Anonymous 18/08/07(Tue)01:49 No. 25738 ID: b66513

Also, out of curiosity: With all the references to Greece/the Greeks, are Computers an allusion to the Delphic Oracle? The thought occurred to me earlier and it seems to line up really well.

AnonyMPC 18/08/10(Fri)16:15 No. 25739 ID: d54960


Not specifically. I mean I'm sure at some point in the long gestation period of the story I had the thought that the Delphic Oracle may have, in this world, been a system of computer lolis (I included 'oracles' among the possible alternate names for 'computers' after all) but it wasn't part of any coordinate effort. I just figured 'sin of the Greeks' seemed an appropriate euphemism for man-boy love since they practiced it to some degree or another. The other Greek references mostly centered around Diana, who, well, that WAS a reference, but to something else. All the girls in Jupiter group (save Mara) are sort of coded references to other characters.

NeuroGoat 18/09/12(Wed)02:47 No. 25777 ID: 8c5f65

In the category of "Shit i never knew i wanted, but holy fuck did i have a visceral need for this insanity"

I'm not exactly looking for your blessing, but i was wondering if you'd be up for some Mixed-genome lolipunk with a good bit of Cyber- and Magepunk thrown in. Your Allusion to his lordship the evil wizard of Post-Cyberpunk makes me feel like you'd have a bit of interest in some of the hyper-libertine Dystopia i've got brewing in my head after this

Woody's in the Woods - M,b,beast incest Frank Debra 18/08/30(Thu)13:51 No. 25770 ID: b74375 [Reply]

Woody’s In The Woods
A tale of a father and his son, and their erotic encounter with a beast while camping.

I was laying next to my son in our, large, six man tent. Not that we needed that much space for just the two of us, but it was the only tent we had, and was usually used to shelter the whole family.
It was late August in the deep woods of Colorado, about 60 miles west of Colorado Springs. The night was clear and hot. The moon and stars were so bright that I had no need of extra light as I lay back on top of my sleeping bag, reading the novel that I brought along for the trip.
My twelve year old son, Jake, lay next to me on top of his sleeping bag, in just his spider-man briefs. His left leg covered by the thin sheet he was using as a blanket. I glanced over and smiled proudly as he snored softly, laying on his back his head turned facing me.
My wife, Kathy had suggested this trip so that we could have some “Man” time away from her and Jake’s siblings in order for me to give him the talk. Jake had recently went through puberty and my wife was concerned with how many of his socks she found crusted with his spent semen.
As I studied my son, I couldn’t help but notice how much he had grown, his slim, athletic build was quickly developing into the perfect image of a young man. I stared intently at his young face. His soft blue eyes closed in slumber and his shaggy, platinum blonde hair messy and matted with sweat resting against his pillow. My eyes trailed over his young body to his developing chest. Jake was excited to start the 7th grade this year and get back to his wrestling team. We had trained hard all summer in preparation for the coming fall sports season and it showed on his young, muscular frame. My eyes eventually made their way down to the bludge in his tight briefs. I could clearly make out the shape of his flaccid cock as he lay there peacefully sleeping. It wasn’t huge by any means, but it looked healthy and thick, just like his old man, I thought to myself with a grin. As I looked, I began to feel a stir in my own penis and looked down at my bulge, the light brown pubic hair surrounding my own flaccid, circumcised cock just visible in my tight, white briefs. Jesus Jack! Get a hold of yourself! That’s your son your looking at! I though to myself with chuckle, brushing my my short cropped, light brown hair and stroking my thick moustache, shaking my head before turning my attention back to my book.
As I lay there reading, I began to hear a rustling in the brush nearby. I froze, listening intently as something very large was rummaging through our camp. Oh no, a bear! I thought, panicked. I sat up quietly, trying to peer through the screen window to see if I could spot what was moving around outside. It sounded huge! Unfortunately, it was on Jake’s side of the tent so I wasn’t able to get a clear view. A large shadow appeared right next to our ten Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 18/09/05(Wed)11:32 No. 25775 ID: 33f382

Excellent stuff

Crusade Gone Awry TaterChips 18/06/20(Wed)02:22 No. 25636 ID: 2d17a2 [Reply]

I think I posted this a long time ago and it dropped out, but I guess I'll post again since I wrote another chapter for fun.

Summary: Crusaders arrive in a foreign land haunted by a demon king...or so they think. Instead they find a desert full of monsters not hungry for flesh, but for sex. As they traverse the land of madness they find sex sorcerers, pigmen, men-luring cockatrices, alarunes that feed on sperm, hellhounds, centaurs, egg-laying insects, and even a lust demon. Will the crusaders be successful, or will they fall into debauchery like all the rest?

Tags (here we go): Rape, anthro, bestiality, drugs, slavery, magic, transformation (doll), creampies, rimming (male and female), anal fingering (male and female), anal, pegging, oral, impregnation, body control, underage (in appearance), insects, egg-laying, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, trap (as in m/m surprise), lactation, death, blood, gore, toys, orgasm denial, maledom, femdom, and probably more that I can't think of at the moment.

ALSO: this story is VERY long. Prepare to read a lot if you want to follow it. I never write short things.


Chapter 1

(This chapter contains: virgin, magic body control, sex with dolls, oral, handjob, creampie, and human doll transformation. You have been warned. BE SURE TO LEAVE A COMMENT.)

The first ship arrived at the port. It was a longship and as it rolled up to the pier a man jumped out. Like all the people on his boat, he was dressed in plate armor, decorated with a bright, flaming bird on the breast plate. He knelt down onto the wood and thanked the goddess for his safe trip. Many of the other men and women on the boat did the same as they stepped onto the pier. The first man, clearly the leader, scanned out across the ocean. He could see countless other longships, rowing rapidly towards him. Many of them would have to anchor around the port and walk over the boats, but they made it. The last human stronghold on the continent. The man turned towards the city. He thought he might have been seeing a mirage when he first got close, but he wasn't. The city was much larger than he thought it would be. There were buildings with ornate domes crammed into high walls that covered a semi-circle around the coast. There were thousands, perhaps tens of thousands living in this city. It certainly didn't look like a place on the verge of being annihilated. Instead it looked like a paradise, with palm trees, a beautiful coast and colorful domes on some of the larger structures. Moreover, the entire place looked intact and untouched. Still, it was not his place to question the High Priest of Vordan. He was on a mission from the goddess and he intended to fulfill it. He turned to the common soldiers in the boat.
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TaterChips 18/07/21(Sat)06:46 No. 25715 ID: 646271


Well gear up bud, because next chapter is going to be FUCKING weird.

TaterChips 18/07/23(Mon)08:54 No. 25721 ID: 6bb8bf


Chapter 5

(WARNING: This one is WEIRD. This chapter contains: mind control, dolls, creampies, impregnation, latex, toys, a detachable penis, body modification, piercings, gender-bender, transformation, anal, M/F/F, and uh...ejaculating with someone else's sperm. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)

Just like Renard had fallen when he slept, he abruptly sat up awake. It was so sudden that Talia practically jumped out of her skin. For a few moments, the fox-man made a series of high-pitch chirping and whining noises. Then he opened his mouth and gave out a huge yawn. As he rubbed his eyes he turned to look at Talia.

“Oh? You still here?” he asked.

“What was that?” Talia asked, half-laughing.

“Fennec noises.” Renard replied flatly. “Sometimes my tribe makes them when we first wake up. Apparently real fennec foxes make ear-splitting noises like that too, though I've never seen one. Is it morning?”

“Yeah, just daybreak.”
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Anonymous 18/08/31(Fri)10:26 No. 25771 ID: 006dbb


The Surprise (MF oral) The Storyteller!5XbE4VjR8E 18/08/27(Mon)19:35 No. 25765 ID: aeb004 [Reply]

As the two lovers continued their fairly frantic kissing and petting on her bed James briefly felt something other than Sam's tongue slip into his mouth, something small, hard, and round that quickly dissolved with a mouthwateringly sweet cherry flavour, a sensation that was replaced a mere fraction of a second later by the increased urgency of Sam's lips pressing against his, which immediately pushed any thoughts of what had just happened far into the back of his mind.

Moments later he felt Sam's hands on his chest, he felt her tweaking and playing with his nipples which set off an amazing tingling warmth in his chest that slowly seemed to spread all over his body.

With a smile at the growing sexual glow that was beginning to eminate from James, and while continuing to massage his chest, Sam started to slide down his body, planting soft but urgent kisses all over his torso as she moved, until she sat up again between his legs.

Deftly her hands moved to the buttons on his jeans, the front of which was by now clearly straining under the pressure of the erection contained within, and slowly, almost teasingly, one by one the buttons popped open, gradually exposing him to her hungry gaze.

Sam then scooted further down and after quickly removing his jeans, she leaned forward, putting herself closer to his cock. After a moment of studying her lovers beautiful manhood, she knew she had to taste him and so she opened her mouth and let her tongue poke out to cover the oh so short distance between her and her lover.

The first touch of the tip of her tongue sent what felt like a bolt of electricity up and down James' spine, he knew on some vague level that he wasn't normally that super-sensitive down there, but this latest love-making session with Sam had already started out way more intensely than anything they'd previously shared in their time together, so he simply focused on savouring all the pleasurable sensations Sam's tongue was now happily providing.

Sam meanwhile continued to lick and suck on his cock, getting more and more aroused with the knowledge of what was to come as the moments went by, while James' hands, that had up to that point been stroking and playing with Sam's hair while she went down on him with increasing gusto, suddenly began to work their way back up and over his own body.

Another errant thought suddenly crossed his mind, as his own fingers began to play over his chest and tweak at his nipples just as Sam had been doing to him moments ago, that he'd never felt any real urge to do that before while he and Sam were making love together, and then, as his hands and fingers continued their exploration of his chest he looked down at Sam, whose head was still hungrily bobbing up and down, and he noticed that each time her head came up that she was glancing up at him, glancing at his hands and chest Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

The Umbrella Hitch (Mg, loli, voy, slow) AnonyMPC 16/07/18(Mon)18:37 No. 24459 ID: a609fb [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Sometimes people ask if I'm still writing. And I have been... I rarely stop, really, aside from occasional breaks, it just sometimes gets really slow.. And more annoyingly, I've just not been finishing a lot of stuff... some of what I get excited about writing peters out long before it's finished, leaving me with nothing postworthy. Frustrating, as you can imagine... it feels like a lot of writing for nothing, at least unless I get back to finish it one day. And maybe I will.

But at last, I finally have some stuff ready to go, save editing, and this is the first.

Before you ask, no, whatever ongoing project you were about to ask about is not one of the things I have waiting to post... it may well be somewhere in the mass of unfinished stuff piled up on my hard drive.

The Umbrella Hitch by AnonyMPC (Mg,loli, voy, slow)

Chapter One:

Sometimes I wonder if it was Fate after all, because so many events seemed to conspire to put me at that place and at that time, and if even one of them was different on that afternoon, I probably wouldn't have crossed paths with her.

First, there was that I got off work an hour early. One of my co-workers needed to pay for some emergency dental surgery, and most of us were letting him pick up an hour here or there from our shifts. I certainly didn't mind going a little early, although the weather made it complicated. That was the second thing. The best forecasts said it wasn't supposed to rain until the evening. Yet, just after 1pm, it started to drizzle. Ten minutes later, it was going hard. I'm talking torrential downpour. And it all happened just a few minutes before I started on my long walk home from work.

I didn't have my own car. Sometimes I was able to use my mother's, but usually she needed it, and that day I was out of luck. And there are buses, but not in a convenient straight line between my work and home. In order to get from one place to the other, I would have to make several transfers, waiting at each, often in the very weather I'd be trying to avoid. On the whole it took twice as long as just walking, which itself takes about half an hour. It was a pain in the ass and I kept telling myself to quit and try and get a more convenient job, but I didn't want it to reflect badly on my cousin, who recommended me.
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Anonymous 18/05/02(Wed)09:49 No. 25527 ID: 0116ee

You and me both, lad.

Anonymous 18/05/30(Wed)05:23 No. 25578 ID: f7d3f6

5/5 stars! The slow pacing allows the reader to get to know the characters, so that when their relationship turns sexual, it really means something. Very realistic characters and situations. It would be wonderful to see these characters reprised in an update of their future selves, to see how these experiences affected the course of their lives.

Anonymous 18/08/14(Tue)14:08 No. 25742 ID: 2735dd

Any chance AnonyMPC will post an update?

The Blackout (MFF) SRO 18/07/17(Tue)00:20 No. 25701 ID: f7d3f6 [Reply]

Hey, this business of writing porn is kinda fun, especially when I actually get an idea for a story. I wish my NON-porn muse would hang out with me like this, I haven’t seen that bitch in years. I got the idea for this story from the title of a post on another sex story site, something like “I cucked myself”. I read that story and noted that it didn’t have anything to do with cuckolding. Apparently the verb “cuck” has expanded way beyond its original meaning, now including “to cause any embarrassing stumble or faux pas; to pwn”. Anyway, the title did give me the seed of an idea, and this story is the result.

So here is my first attempt at writing porn fantasy. Even though it’s told in the first person, this is totally a work of fiction and any resemblance to any persons or events, etc., etc.

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Anonymous 18/07/20(Fri)17:13 No. 25713 ID: bc6b7f

Tagging a story based in its fucking content is basic fucking courtesy.

SRO 18/07/20(Fri)17:33 No. 25714 ID: f7d3f6


Yes, I can see that manners are important here. Actually, since yours has been the only comment on my piece, I guess I had better stick with my day job.

odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 18/08/11(Sat)13:47 No. 25740 ID: 3093c9

I find myself conflicted. Tagging is a nice courtesy, both to the reader and to yourself - it tells your audience up front what kind of story you have in mind, and makes it more noticeable to that kind of audience.

On the other hand:

Screw him. I checked the faqs and rules, tagging is not required here. If anyone gets offended by anything they read on here, it is their fault for continuing to read it. Outside of flatly illegal communications, no one is required to not write things that may offend other people.

I feel like a simple "tagging is good, more of the right people will read your work" would suffice in situations like this.

Molestr (Mg, oral, anal) AnonyMPC 15/10/16(Fri)19:00 No. 23912 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Just a short piece I wrote quickly a few days ago. Went a little younger than I usually do, but mostly because one part of the idea demanded it. Probably not my best but sometimes you have to clear some ideas out when they're interfering with other ones.

Molestr (Mg, oral, anal)

Everyone knows that every new technology will be used for sex, if it possibly can be. Sometimes directly, sometimes as a means to acquire it, and when all else fails, it'll be used to make porn so people can have sex with themselves.

Everyone also knows that the first and most enthusiastic adopters of new technology are the young. They may rely on their parents to actually GET the technology, but if they can get their hands on it, kids'll use it like it was second nature. They call this generation digital natives, and it's pretty accurate... one of my nieces learned to read on a tablet, not a book.

Like everyone else, I knew both of those pieces of common wisdom about technology... what I didn't consider was the intersection point. At least, not until I got caught in between where those two universal truths collided, and my whole world changed forever.

I rarely went anywhere without my smartphone, like most people, but, a little more unusually, I almost never used it as a phone. Instead, I had four main uses for it. I used it to keep track of news, weather and traffic, I used it to play games to pass dead time, I used it to keep up to date on social media accounts, and, in the spirit of that first eternal rule, I sometimes I used it to attempt to get laid, although mostly I told myself I was searching for love.

Mostly, I was, but sometimes, I'd have been satisfied with sex. And I'm not going to lie. Neither goal ever worked that well for me. At all. But then, that wasn't the phone's fault, I just wasn't that good at the social interaction thing in general, much less hooking up with people.

I like to think that I look decent enough to attract a girl, and I can get first dates, but after that... it never quite works out. I've got a certain awkwardness that puts people off when they first meet me... most of my romances have been people from school or work who knew me for a while, but I was out of school and at work there were no suitable options left that weren't either in a relationship or somone I'd already tried and failed to make a connection. And random dates, whether set-up by friends and family or attempted on my own, just hadn't been working out... there's probably something to the idea that desperation was making the problem even worse. But I kept trying, intermittently, when the loneliness or horniness got too intense.
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Anonymous 18/06/27(Wed)07:20 No. 25666 ID: 83fb88

then don’t look at it lol

Anonymous 18/06/27(Wed)17:56 No. 25667 ID: 1e698b


First of all, I don't know how you couldn't like the direction MPC4 went. It is still the greatest /elit/ and AnonyMPC story of all time (though iCity Tales #2 is close).

Secondly, you are in the vast minority here. I mean, it's his namesake for a reason. Most people are dying to read more.

Anonymous 18/07/23(Mon)05:00 No. 25719 ID: 09ecbb

I'm dying to read more. Anonympc plz. I don't read Game of Thrones, this is actually the most long-running fiction series I've ever followed.

Susie and the Bear Steven R. Overton 18/05/30(Wed)04:55 No. 25571 ID: f7d3f6 [Reply]

I’ve revised my previous forward, thinking it was a bit condescending and flippant. I’m used to other chans that don’t much respect author’s work, and I’m kind of protective of this particular piece, since it’s the true account of my and my sister’s life.

I can’t vouch for the accuracy of every word, since we’re talking a span of 60 years. I’ve colored in some of the fading black-and-white photos of my memories with what I’m sure is more witty repartee than we could have produced as children, and sharpened a few outlines here and there. But the experiences we went through are as vivid to me as if it was yesterday, and are portrayed exactly as they occurred. Believe it or not.

For those to whom it matters, I will be discussing sex between half siblings, beginning at about age 10 and 8 years and extending through adolescence and onward.

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Susie and the Bear (anal, analinguis) SRO 18/06/30(Sat)02:35 No. 25673 ID: f7d3f6

In our later teens, we explored all our erogenous zones, and we found that Susan’s back was especially sensitive. I loved to relax her with a long, firm massage, then start kissing her neck and shoulders very lightly, working my way slowly down her spine and laterals, making her moan and tremble with pleasure. This always made her very wet, and frantic to cum. My favorite technique in this position was to lie on my belly between her legs, grip her thighs from below, raise her pelvis to my face and feast on the warm juice pouring out of her. Then when she was totally beside herself with anticipation, I’d reach my tongue down to her clit and rub it very lightly until her entire body spasmed.

One hot September afternoon, we got home all sweaty from school and took a cool shower together. Then, with a couple of hours before our parents came home, we lay under the fan in our bedroom and started to fool around. I started kissing her back as we had been doing, and then when I got down between her legs, instead of slurping her pussy as before, I put my face between her butt cheeks and kissed her little brown pucker.

“OOOOOHHHH!” she moaned, and so I kept it up. I brushed my lips over it a few times, making her squirm, then opened my mouth and sucked very gently. She really reacted to that! Getting into it, I licked all around her brown spot, then lightly French kissed it, putting my whole mouth to work. I gripped her thighs to hold her still while I did this, because she was starting to buck like a bronco. Fresh out of the shower, it had no taste at all. But I couldn’t stop there, I started to poke the tip of my tongue into her hole. She moaned louder, and I threatened to stop if she alerted the neighbors. I pushed in more, while holding her butt cheeks apart with my thumbs, my lips firmly planted around her tight little opening.

“OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!” she repeated.

I kept going, until my face was planted fully between her cheeks, my tongue was all the way up inside her and I couldn’t breathe any more. She was out of her mind with ecstasy. I lifted my face a little to take a breath through my nose, then charged back in. I started to roll my tongue around inside her in lazy circles, tugging her soft inner flesh with it. I was surprised that even here I sensed no taste or smell. I ran my hands over her back lightly, and she raised herself up a little, inviting me to reach under her and grope her boobs, which I did. I cupped each one and felt the hard little nipples against my palms.

She settled back down to the bed, trapping my hands under her, and I kept working her butthole with my tongue. I opened and closed my lips over the area, like I usually did on her front parts, and sucked on it while I dove my tongue in and out of her. I also gently squeezed and kneaded her boobs while I did this. To both our surprise, she suddenly came with the f Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Susie and the Bear "oil night" SRO 18/06/30(Sat)02:41 No. 25674 ID: f7d3f6

My adventurous sister introduced us to yet another awesome activity on the Valentine’s weekend after her 16th birthday. Our (dear, trusting) parents left town for a romantic holiday of their own, leaving us to our own devices. Which we took full advantage of. Saturday night, Susan kicked me out of the bedroom while she made secret preparations. I bided my time until she indicated I could come in. I was truly impressed.

Candles surrounded the darkened room, a single incense stick burning in a glass, and very faint Eastern music playing on our portable reel-to-reel. But what really had my attention was that the bed was covered with a black plastic sheet.

“Whoa!” I faltered, “Are we doing a voodoo sacrifice or something?”

“Be still, vassal,” she commanded, grinning, “lie on the altar like a good offering to the gods of love.”

We were both undressed already. I lay on the bed, the plastic crinkling under me, a bit uncomfortable on my skin. Susan went to the side of the room where a pot was sitting on a hot plate, set to “warm”. She dipped her fingers in the pot, testing the temperature, and deciding it was right, she scooped a cupful out and brought it over to the bed.

“What’s this?” I asked curiously.

“Shhhh…,” she shushed, “turn over.”

I obediently rolled onto my stomach and rested my head on my forearms. She pulled my arms out and down to my sides, and placed a small towel under my head. Then I felt something warm and wet on my back. She started to rub the substance into my skin, and then to firmly work my shoulders and torso. I quickly realized it was cooking oil, and she was giving me a nice hot oil massage.
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Susie and the Bear "the GYN exam" SRO 18/06/30(Sat)02:57 No. 25675 ID: f7d3f6

College educations at state universities were a lot better funded by the taxpayers in those days than they are now, but they still weren’t free, and our folks weren’t rich. I took a lot of part-time jobs to help with the expenses. One was as the night janitor in a three-story medical office building. It wasn’t glamorous but it paid well enough, and in my four years in the Navy I’d done a lot harder and more humble things.

Anyway, Susan objected to my not being able to be home for two hours, five nights a week, so she started accompanying me to help get the job done faster. I did appreciate it, because I also needed to study long hours, and I enjoyed her company, whatever we were doing. She did the vacuuming while I cleaned toilets and ash trays and dumped the trash. (Hard to realize they allowed smoking in doctor’s office waiting rooms in those days.)

The second floor of the building was an OB-GYN office. We were doing our regular routine one night, and I was cleaning one of the examining rooms when an idea crossed my horny young mind. I called Susan from the other room, and I told her to get up on the table.

“HAHA, you pervert!”, she laughed, but without hesitation she shucked her pants and hopped up, placing her feet in the stirrups. I found the controls and lowered the table to just the right height, and gave her a very thorough exam with my lips and tongue. After she gasped out an excruciating orgasm, I dropped my own pants and gave her a good hard fucking in the standing position. She was able to cum again before I blasted mine into her womb.

She allowed that this was awesome and we needed to get our own table like this some day, but once the novelty had worn off, I felt it was kind of too clinical and we didn’t even do it again in that medical office. It was a good thing that they didn’t have 24-hour security cameras everywhere in those days.

And yes, we did change the paper on the table before we left.

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